"That's the wrong answer!"

"No, it's not, mind your own business."

"But, Amu!"

Amu got fed up with Ikuto's persistent nagging. When was this ever going to stop? And to think, it had only been fifteen minutes since he had asked to stay for the night. Isn't that just peachy? – No, not really, it's a drag. Suddenly, as if God had answered her calls of help, there was silence in the room. Ikuto was taking a shower in her bathroom.

Oh, thank you, thank you so much.

Amu performed the cross sign and continued on with her homework, hoping to finish it before Ikuto came back and pestered her even more. The thought of having him in her custody made her feel fuzzy; all warm and sensational, as if nothing could possibily go wrong. Shaking the feeling out of her mind, she continued with her AP Calculus homework.

The square root of value m is equal to the root value of …

After much aggravation and scrambling through notes, Amu was finished with her homework. Done, adios, see ya, adieu! As if on cue, Ikuto came out of the bathroom. The bottom half of his torso was wrapped with Amu's towel. She gasped at the site.

"You idiot! That's my towel that you've infested probably what is a hundred sperm cells on! What the hell!?"

Amu glared at her temporary room mate.

He infested my towel, I have to burn it and send it to oblivion straight away. Ugh, I might not even be able to tough it. Disgusting …

Ikuto walked over to Amu. She was mesmerized by his masculine features. His body was extremely well toned. He was slim, but you could tell he could take on two guys and pound them on cement before you could say "Ikuto Tsukiyomi". Their eyes met and it seemed that time sped up around them while they stayed in their own little world.

"Amu?"

She looked up at him. He smirked.

"Pet me."

Her eyes lashes batted together in confusion.

Pet him? He wants me to pet him? Are you are cat or something?!

"Stupid, w-why would I want to do something like that? Have you finally lost your mind?"

She turned to her side and crossed her arms, not wanting to meet his gaze. Ikuto chuckled at her response and poked her cheek. Sure, it was unnecessary, but she was really soft. He started pinching her gently.

"Nyah! You! Stop it! That hurts! This is a violation of personal space!"

Ikuto started out in hysterical laughter, "Violation!? Personal space?! Amu Hinamori, you never cease to surprise me."

Amu blushed and turned her head towards him. She outstretched her arm and intertwined it with his midnight blue locks; slightly damp, but amazingly soft. Their gaze on each other continued as Ikuto caressed her cheek. His other hand reached for her petite one and their fingers intertwined. She realized what was happening and her eyes widened slightly.

"Why?" she whispered, looking down at her chair.

Ikuto tilted his head, blatantly confused.

What's she talking about?

"Why … Whenever I touch your hair, or anything a part of you, I'm too … Too mesmerized to do anything about it."

Her eyes softened and Ikuto understood. She was confused. Confused to the point where she can't control her body, can she even regain control of her body? Neither knew.

"Well, I have no idea of the answer, but, you shouldn't fight instincts, unless they are staring you down onto a cliff, then you stop and run the other way," he teased.

He teased her, again. Will this ever stop? Perhaps, it always does.

But, do I want this to stop? – Not really, maybe? Perhaps …

Ikuto untangled their fingers and held both her cheeks, leaning even closer to her face.

"Hey, Amu?"

Her face was flushed. What was it about this eight-teen year old that made her feel these insane butterflies in her stomach. No, screw butterflies, her stomach was filled with boulders rolling down a cliff; it was insanity. Was God trying to get back at her for getting rid of Ikuto temporarily? – I appologize greatly, God, really, I do.

Plop!

And the silence had ended. What was that sound anyways? They both looked down and Amu fell off her chair due to sheer shock.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, please, please, please, let's forget this whole thing and I'll go back to being Amu Hinamori …" Amu mumbled as she covered her eyes, blushing crimson red, insanely.

Ikuto scrambled to get his towel back around his waist. He was also blushing. How could he have been so stupid? He hit himself in the head.

Stupid towel messed up the essence of the intense moment between me and Amu. I will definitely burn you when I get the chance to.

Amu peeked through her fingers and saw that Ikuto was recomposed. She put her hands on her lap and stared at them. Neither of them wanted to start a conversation after that happened.

"Um … Perhaps you should get dress, I-Ikuto?"

"Y-Yeah, I think I will."

Amu sighed and plopped onto her bed as Ikuto changed in the bathroom. She sighed, not one of those small ones, but those huge ones.

"I have nothing to say, what so ever, erase these thoughts from your mind, Amu Hinamori, erase these thoughts and you will forever be calm …" she chanted over and over again.

Inside the bathroom, Ikuto was dressing into his boxers, thinking that he shouldn't wear his stupid uniform, it made him uncomfortable anyways. So, he put on his white button up shirt and left it unbuttoned. Bad move. He took a breath and walked out with his boxers and white shirt. In his arms were the rest of his uniform, neatly folded. He put them on top of Amu's desk, and fell onto the bed beside her. She felt the bed jolt upwards and realized it was Ikuto.

Goddamn his hair …

"I apologize for … You know. I didn't mean to do it."

Amu stared at her ceiling, "I understand, sort of."

There was another awkward silence between them; neither of them liked it, it annoyed them into endless pain.

"So, what'd you think?" Ikuto teased.

Amu blushed and slammed her pillow onto Ikuto's face – HAA!

Ikuto grabbed the pillow, "That hurt, you know, and especially on my face? Have some respect, I work hard to keep this gorgeous face in completely beauty. I don't want it to be messed up by anyone, even if it is you, Amu."

She pouted, "W-Well, you didn't have to tease me about that whole situation. It was weird enough, so I don't want you to tease me about it anymore, got it?" Amu questioned sternly.

He chuckled, "Loud and clear, Miss Hinamori."

She nodded, "Look, it's already ten, so I'm going to sleep."

She pulled the covers over herself, forgetting about Ikuto for a slight second. She looked at him. What was she supposed to do with him?

"Um, you can sleep on the floor," Amu teased.

Yeah, that's right, I teased you, Ikuto.

He put on the ol' puppy face maneuver, "But Amu … I'm a man without a room, can't you spare me some room on this comfortable mattress of yours? Please, Amu?"

Amu was speechless, she hadn't prepared herself mentally for this stage. How was she supposed to know he was actually going to pull it off towards his advantage. She turned onto her side so he was facing her back and scooted over to make room for him.

"Make yourself comfortable, but I swear, if I find my virginity out the window, I will most definitely pack you in a box and send you to Alaska, where the hungry polar bears will eat you alive. I have no hesitancy on doing that."

He lied on her bed comfortably, making himself utterly "at home".

"Aw, Amu's so mean. Can you at least face me? I'd like to fall asleep looking at Amu's cute face."

Say no, Amu! He's using everything towards his own advantage! Say no! Say it!

"N-No," Amu stated firmly with hesitation.

He smirked and wrapped his arms around her stomach, poking it.

He's poking you! He's poking your stomach! Take ground! Take some action! Don't give in! … What's the use …

It was exactly as her conscious said, what's the use. Amu was immobilized. Had she ever felt this feeling before? This feeling of … Actually, what is this feeling? This intense feeling? Love? No, can't be. Perhaps …

Ikuto pulled Amu gently towards him, inhaling Amu's scent, nibbling on her earlobe, whispering in her ear, making her feeling that shock in her body that burst throughout her chest area and stomach. It was sensational.

"Amu, you're so soft," Ikuto mumbled into her ear, teasing her by blowing into it gently.

He couldn't get enough of her hair, it really did smell like chocolates and strawberries. What kind of shampoo did she use? He had to find out, but that could wait.

"Hey, why don't you face me, I'm really going to die if I don't see you face," Ikuto whined.

Without a second though, Amu hesitantly turned around, facing Ikuto's chest. He smiled.

"See, was that so hard?"

Harder than you think.

She laid her arms on his well build chest and leaned against it, he smelled of lilacs; must've been the new body soap she bought a couple weeks ago.

Ikuto tilted her head up by lifting her chin with his fore-finger. He stared into her chocolate brown eyes as she stared into his midnight pools. He leaned his face towards her and simply brushed his lips against her's. No, it wasn't a kiss, not really, seriously. But in that moment, Amu felt genuinely happy. His lips were delicately soft and they probably would fit perfectly with hers.

"Ikuto," Amu mumbled before she drfited off into slumber.

He smirked, but he couldn't help but honestly smile. He held her closely to his body and pulled the covers over them.